Now that we live in NYC, Mowgli goes to playgroup three days a week. What this means is a dog walker comes to our house to get him, and he and a group of other dogs go to the dog park across the street to play for three hours.
Every night Mowgli goes to playgroup, I get an email with a report of Mowgli’s activities (including potty activities) during the day and a few pictures. This one is notable because (1) Mowgli is totally hogging that ball - look at him with his paw over it and (2) he has a friend in his playgroup in a wheelchair. It’s seriously like a children’s cartoon with the child with special needs. The week before Christmas, the wheelchair dog wore a Santa suit and I about died. Before anyone feels too bad for wheelchair dog, I’ve met him, and he gets around really well and is such a sweetie pie.
